Damned either way. 

So I’m not suppose to believe the thoughts in my head because they are lying to me. But on the other side, I’m suppose to lie to myself and believe that I’m happy until I believe the lie. Being pulled in two different ways (actually more than two ways) and not sure I can take much more. And now the only hope I have is getting back on to more medication. Ironicies of life indeed. 

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